jg.thepelicanbrief-第51节
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he's a madman。〃
〃He is a madman。〃
〃Yes； he is。 And right now he's like a wounded dog backed in a corner。 You must convince him to throw in the towel； and haul ass。 I think he'll listen to you。 And I think we'll find out from him if it's true。〃
〃So how do I find him？〃
〃I've got a man working on that。 I'll pull some strings； and make a contact。 Be ready to go on Sunday。〃
Barr smiled to the window。 He would like to meet Mattiece。
The traffic slowed。 Coal slowly sipped his water。 〃Anything on Grantham？〃
〃Not really。 We're listening and watching； but nothing exciting。 He talks to his mother and a couple of gals； but nothing worth reporting。 He works a lot。 He left town Wednesday and returned Thursday。〃
〃Where did he go？〃
〃New York。 Probably working on some story。〃
* * *
CLEVE WAS SUPPOSED to be at the corner of Rhode Island and Sixth at exactly 10 P。M。； but he wasn't。 Gray was supposed to race down Rhode Island until Cleve caught him； so that if anyone was indeed following him they would think he was simply a dangerous driver。 He raced down Rhode Island； through Sixth at fifty miles per hour； and watched for blue lights。 There were none。 He looped around； and fifteen minutes later barreled down Rhode Island again。 There！ He saw blue lights and pulled to the curb。
It was not Cleve。 It was a white cop who was very agitated。 He jerked Gray's license； examined it； and asked if he'd been drinking。 No sir； he said。 The cop wrote the ticket； and proudly handed it to Gray； who sat behind the wheel staring at the ticket until he heard voices ing from the rear bumper。
Another cop was on the scene； and they were arguing。 It was Cleve； and he wanted the white cop to forget the ticket； but the white cop explained it had already been written and besides the idiot was doing fifty…six miles an hour through the intersection。 He's a friend； Cleve said。 Then teach him how to drive before he kills somebody； the white cop said as he got in his patrol car and drove away。
Cleve was snickering as he looked in Gray's window。 〃Sorry about that；〃 he said with a smile。
〃It's all your fault。〃
〃Slow it down next time。〃
Gray threw the ticket on the floorboard。 〃Let's talk quick。 You said Sarge said the boys in the West Wing are talking about me。 Right？〃
〃Right。〃
〃Okay； I need to know from Sarge if they're talking about any other reporters； especially from the New York Times。 I need to know if they think anybody else is hot on the story。〃
〃Is that all？〃
〃Yes。 I need it quick。〃
〃Slow it down；〃 Cleve said loudly and walked to his car。
* * *
DARBY PAID for the room for the next seven days； in part because she wanted a familiar place to return to if necessary； and in part because she wanted to leave some new clothes she had purchased。 It was sinful； this running and leaving everything behind。 The clothes were nothing fancy； sort of upscale safari law school； but they cost even more in New York； and it would be nice to keep them。 She would not take risks over clothes； but she liked the room and she liked the city and she wanted the clothes。
It was time to run again； and she would travel light。 She carried a small canvas bag when she darted from the St。 Moritz into a waiting cab。 It was almost 11 P。M。； Friday； and Central Park South was busy。 Across the street； a line of horses and carriages waited for customers and brief excursions through the park。
The cab took ten minutes to get to Seventy…second and Broadway； which was the wrong direction； but this entire journey should be hard to follow。 She walked thirty feet； and disappeared into the subway。 She had studied a map and a book of the system； and she hoped it would be easy。 The subway was not appealing because she'd never used it and she'd heard the stories。 But this was the Broadway line； the most monly used train in Manhattan； and it was rumored to be safe； at times。 And things weren't so swell above the ground。 The subway could hardly be worse。
She waited in the correct spot with a group of drunk but well…dressed teenagers； and the train arrived in a couple of minutes。 It wasn't crowded； and she took a seat near the center doors。 Stare at the floor and hold the bag； she kept telling herself。 She looked at the floor； but from behind the dark shades； she studied the people。 It was her lucky night。 No street punks with knives。 No beggars。 No perverts； at least none she could spot。 But for a novice； it was nerve…racking anyway。
The drunk kids exited at Times Square； and she got off quickly at the next stop。 She had never seen Penn Station； but this was not the time to sightsee。 Maybe one day she could return and spend a month and admire the city without watching for Stump and Thin Man and who knows who else who was out there。 But not now。
She had five minutes； and found her train as it was boarding。 Again； she sat in the rear and watched every passenger。 There were no familiar faces。 Surely； please； surely； they had not stuck to her on this jagged escape。 Once again； her mistake had been credit cards。 She had bought four tickets at O'Hare with American Express； and somehow they knew she was in New York。 She was certain Stump had not seen her； but he was in the city； and of course he had friends。 There could be twenty of them。 But then； she was not certain of anything。
The train left six minutes late。 It was half empty。 She pulled a paperback from the bag and pretended to read it。
Fifteen minutes later； they stopped in Newark； and she got off。 She was a lucky girl。 There were cabs lined up outside the station； and ten minutes later she was at the airport。
* * *
IT WAS SATURDAY MORNING； and the Queen was in Florida taking money from the rich； and it was clear and cool outside。 He wanted to sleep late； then play golf whenever he woke up。 But it was seven； and he was sitting at his desk wearing a tie； listening to Fletcher Coal suggest what they ought to do about this and about that。 Richard Horton； the Attorney General； had talked to Coal； and now Coal was alarmed。
Someone opened the door and Horton entered alone。 They shook hands and Horton sat across the desk。 Coal stood nearby； and this really irritated the President。
Horton was dull but sincere。 He was not dumb or slow； he just thought carefully about everything before he acted。 He thought about each word before he said it。 He was loyal to the President； and could be trusted for sound judgment。
〃We are seriously considering a formal grand jury investigation into the deaths of Rosenberg and Jensen；〃 he announced gravely。In light of what's happened in New Orleans； we think this should be pursued immediately。〃
〃The FBI is investigating；〃 the President said。 〃They've got three hundred agents on the case。 Why should we get involved？〃
〃Are they investigating the pelican brief？〃 Horton asked。 He knew the answer。 He knew Voyles was in New Orleans at this moment with hundreds of agents。 He knew they had talked to hundreds of people； collected a pile of useless evidence。 He knew the President had asked Voyles to back off； and he knew Voyles was not telling the President everything。
Horton had never mentioned the pelican brief to the President； and the fact that he even knew about the damned thing was exasperating。 How many more knew about it？ Probably thousands。
〃They are pursuing all leads；〃 Coal said。 〃They gave us a copy of it almost two weeks ago； so we assume they're pursuing it。〃
Exactly what Horton expected out of Coal。 〃I feel strongly that the Administration should investigate this matter at once。〃 He spoke as though this was all memorized； and this irritated the President。
〃Why？〃 asked the President。
〃What if the brief is on target？ If we do nothing； and the truth eventually surfaces； the damage will be irreparable。〃
〃Do you honestly believe there's any truth to it？〃 the President asked。
〃It's awfully suspicious。 The first two men who saw it are dead； and the person who wrote it has disappeared。 It is perfectly logical； if one is so inclined to kill Supreme Court Justices。 There are no other pelling suspects。 From what I hear； the FBI is baffled。 Yes； it needs to be pursued。〃
Horton's investigations leaked worse than the White House basement； and Coal was terrified of this clown impaneling a grand jury and calling witnesses。 Horton was an honorable man； but the Justice Department was filled with lawyers who talked too much。
〃Don't you think it's a bit premature？〃 Coal asked。
〃I don't think so。〃
〃Have you seen the papers this morning？〃 Coal asked。
Horton had glanced at the front page of the Post； and read the sports section。 It was Saturday； after all。 He had heard that Coal read eight newspapers before dawn； so he didn't like this question。
〃I've read a couple of them；〃 he said。
〃I've look
